Very dedicated and/or regular readers will know that I had a meeting with my agent a few weeks ago. Amazingly things have progressed really quickly. Some very high profile people in the media business have agreed to fund a pilot for Flirty. Now this is of course wildly exciting until you realise that:

The budget is €2.50

Most pilots never see the light of day

Despite these minor issues I am working with some amazing people, learning loads and getting to say really poncy things to my friends like:

“Sweetie, I’d love to go for dinner, but we’re filming that week”

The big activity at the moment is casting, which is brilliant as I get to look at loads of people and declare them too ugly or too attractive – how bad! Sadly Nicole Kidman is out of action. (I bet she is gutted about having that child now). Thankfully there are some good Irish actors around. I’m thinking this guy for Dr McRide.

But I have also learnt that it is very important not to judge actors on their head shot alone, otherwise you could say no to this guy.

Without realising that he could look like this.

Oh well, must run, the casting couch calls!

A strange thing has started to happen in Dublin. Words that 12 months ago would never have been whispered in polite company, like Aldi and Lidl, are now being said loudly and in public.

Apparently we are all tightening our belts and it has nothing to do with the new personal trainer at David Lloyds. Even my sister, (whose definition of economy is getting a taxi rather than wasting shoe leather by walking in her Louboutin’s), has started to skimp. On Sunday we went on our first shopping to Lidl.

Now we’re obviously not the only ones to downgrade as the car park was like Ballsbridge Motors, which was a bit challenging as those spaces are not designed for SL’s. (Primal did reference this phenomenon months ago, but I assumed he was joking.)

Inside the supermarket it was a dazzling mix of social classes. Who knew that a German retailer could be the catalyst for such social integration? Some customers were obviously more experienced than others, you could tell by their full baskets. The newbie’s would generally be pushing around a gigantic trolley containing a jar of jam and absolutely no wine. (You have to draw the line somewhere).

After 30 minutes and extensive use of language skills, we managed to half fill the basket. Despite the multitude of products the bill came to less than €20. Who knew you could buy food so cheaply?

One week later we still haven’t eaten anything, but we both agreed it was great value.
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PS – Twenty did a post on this topic, which is shorter and funnier, but as I had already written mine I was determined to post.

Well Dr McRide called over this weekend to pick up the last of his stuff (my ex-flatmate who turned into a raving alco and druggie). Being the brave and mature individual I spent most of the time hiding in my bedroom, only emerging to get the key back.

Now I accept my behaviour may have been a little petty, but it was completed trumped by that of the good doctor. A man who spent countless years training to help others did the following:

Cut the NTL cable to the TV
Technically he did pay for digital TV to be installed, but not sure what use half a cable will be - the rest is still screwed into the wall socket.

Changed the Light Bulbs
Removed the working light bulb from the living room and swapped it with the blown one in his room.

ESB Bill
Made me take a reading for the last 3 weeks as he didn’t trust my estimate – actually bill was twice my estimate - ha, ha, ha!

But the ultimate pettiness …………….

REMOVING THE SALT CRYSTALS FROM THE SALT CELLAR*

Now this is a guy who I really used to like. In fantasy flirty land I had names for our first born children (Sean and Sophie). But less than 12 months later this is how things ended. Proving that I am a crap judge of character and perhaps being single and living alone is sometimes the better option.
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*I really, really wish I was making this up.

I was on the phone to Amy tonight (get well soon), giving her the low down on Garda Nick. We went through the standard questions:

Where’s he from?

What does he do?

What does he look like?

And then a slight variation from the norm.

Does he have hair ?

Happy be the day when that question was:

What colour is his hair?

*sigh* getting old sucks.